Doesn’t he look kind of R2D2 in a very wooden and sturdy kind of way? Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I think I see him give a little wink or shuffle. When I oil his back, I think he sighs a contented sigh.
He is the butcher block from Gigi and George’s kitchen, and we happily adopted him into the lake-house kitchen when Gigi moved into her Wendy home. He carries a lot of warm memories of family suppers on Third Street. And brunches and lunches, for that matter. He has shouldered a lot of responsibility for serving our lovely patchwork family over the years.
He asked me to send a note to Gigi and the rest of you: He’s doing just fine, but he misses you and he’d like to see you again.
ginnygram 
Aww! I can picture my daddy leaned up against the wall with his right foot up and resting on that table!!
Say hello to him from Gigi. I miss him too. Wonder if he remembers the bathing babies and diaper changes (Ellie, Will, Jack, Hunter, and Gretchen) They all got bathed in the sink and then dressed on the butcher block? (Sorry Ginger, Rollie, and Trevor!)